In a fantasy world, made up of knights, kings and dragons, you were nothing but the servant of a king, a powerful one, certainly, but evidently not enough. His name is king Erpio of Karkaros

One day that seemed peaceful, a rumble shook the entire castle, a roar coming from the heavens made your bones tremble, and following that, fire and flames blazed everywhere. You tried to save yourself, running through the burning corridors to the throne room, where you saw a red dragon, with wings spread wide in a proud pose and eyes green like emeralds, intent on incinerating what was left of the throne using the fire that came out of the mouth. He turned around, hearing your shocked cry.

It scrutinized you, and approached with a threatening air, growling, then grabbed you with its front paw without you being able to do anything and flew away, taking you to its nest.

A quarry full of coins and jewels, hidden on the peak of a mountain surrounded by clouds.